Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2017 05:53:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: M Coello
Subject: "Tyler the Candy Raver" (sci-fi/fantasy)
Ryder the Emo Skateboarder Becomes Tyler the Candy Raver
by
kooldoggie
Despite Ryder's best efforts at maintaining his hardcore dark personality,
he made the one mistake that would once again set him on the path of
extreme change, separating him from his beloved Justin for a prolonged
period. Things had been going well for a year, as Ryder settled down with
his lover at their downtown pad, from where they could skate the Seattle
streets with their emo posse. Ryder had turned twenty, no longer a teen,
his muscle just slightly more enhanced on his pale Goth frame, as he spent
his days working as a barista at the coffeehouse, taking his breaks to work
on his increasingly angsty poetry, and skating all day on days off before
returning to the pad to mess around with Justin and listen to their
albums. Justin had gotten used to the more extreme personality, the
frequent use of black lip gloss along with the thick eyeliner, which
enhanced those sexy jade-green eyes, the purple-streaked bangs and black
nail-polish. He even would grow out his nails slightly and put gel in his
ebony hair to make it stick out a bit sharply. Still he was essentially
skater, and that's how Justin liked it.
But it was actually Justin who held responsibility for what happened. He
had been getting into the concert scene lately, following around some of
the emo bands playing around the state, and he and Ryder would often take
some Ecstasy and roll while they tripped out to the metaphysical
melodies. There was a music festival in the Nevada desert that Justin
really wanted to attend, and despite Ryder's reservations about leaving
town again, he shrugged and joined his boyfriend, intent on having some
fun. But when they got to the festival, entering one of the first tents
from which not emo music was playing but a thumping, more danceable beat,
which should have given the na•ve skaters enough of a clue, they found
themselves among a gyrating, hot crowd of candy ravers, so many rainbow
colors around that it hurt their eyes. After being jostled around for a
minute, Ryder sneering sullenly the whole time at this mess, he turned to
let Justin know they needed to leave now, but to his horror, the Scene Kid
found that his boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.
Aw, fuck, thought Ryder in a panic, unable to find his way out of the crowd
among the flashing colored lights strobing into rhythmic periods of
darkness. He trembled, not knowing if his more Goth persona could hold out
against the fruity kids around him. He already could feel the change rising
in him, the music more appealing, as he bopped his head to it, the black
bangs tossed around his angular cheeks. Fuck, nooooo! He screamed to
himself, desperately looking for an exit, knowing without a doubt now that
there were just too many of the laughing partiers, and nervous and alone as
he was now, he needed to be a part of them in order to survive. The fear
would kick in the changes faster now, and Ryder just sighed, passing his
slender-fingered white hand through his hair, noticing that the black nail
polish was already fading, but some of the nails now looked more
pink. Maybe he would be a raver that still painted his nails, albeit in
bright neon colors. Even in the dim lighting, he could see a flush coming
to his skin, rejecting the pallor that he loved. Still, he decided to just
roll with, and thinking of rolling, he placed another colored tab on his
pierced tongue and hoped it would kick in quickly, allowing him to maybe
enjoy the whole ride, although he had no idea where it would take him.
It was unbearably hot in here, the sweat pasting his tight band shirt to
his heaving chest, and Ryder saw at least half of the candy raver guys were
shirtless and glistening, with both sweat and glitter. No reason why he
couldn't join them. He peeled off the shirt, throwing it aside, his body
gyrating full throttle now to the senseless beat. Ryder would have hated
this scene, but he now knew he was becoming Tyler, and Tyler, a party-boy
just out of his teens, got down with this scene daily. With each gyration,
his torso muscled up a little more, becoming much more sculpted and glowing
with the lightest of tans. The nipple rings stayed in the more rounded
pecs, but instead of a simple silver they seemed to be colored stones,
perfect to join the array of rainbow colors everywhere. The navel piercing,
too, became a brightly colored gem. His dance moves were getting pretty
awesome by now, but it was getting a lot harder to move in those skinny
jeans, and he yanked them down forcefully, necessitating getting rid of his
Vans as well, as he kicked them away along with the stupid pants. After
all, freedom was the name of the game here, and who really cared if he was
dancing nearly naked among all these writhing bodies; at least he still had
his boxers on.
But now one of the dancers gyrating with him handed him his real pants, and
Tyler took the exaggerated baggy denim jeans with the many zippers and
straps, pulling the more comfortable pants up his sculpted skater
legs. "Ah, thanks, dude!" he giggled, in a higher, brighter voice than he
was used to. He felt something drop down onto his pecs, and he saw that his
leather dog collar had turned into a pacifier, dangling around his slightly
more muscled neck. He immediately put it in his mouth and sucked on it,
feeling the Ecstasy kicking in, all the music echoing around him and making
him feel so alive. He stretched out his arms, noticing they also were a bit
more muscled, the star tattoos gone and replaced with a simple tribal
branch around the swelling bicep. He also had a rainbow triangle on his
other tan shoulder. Instead of the leather wristbands, he now had a
multitude of brightly colored, candy bracelets circling his wrists.
Yeah, Tyler was really coming together now, as a few girls and even more
whooping gay guys, also barechested, hopped around him, encouraging him. He
could sway his hips seductively, his bare feet protected by the folds of
the heavily flared raver pants. He knew his rubber flip flops were around
somewhere, and he would get them at the end of the night. Although he could
not see, he knew his face had changed dramatically, and the other ravers
saw a gorgeous blonde boy with an undercut, his bangs flopping into bright
blue eyes, outlined in a neon pink rather than the black that Ryder always
sported. That liner was only for partying anyway and would be wiped away in
the morning. His face was a bit rounder and cuter, and several silver studs
remained in his ears, in a different arrangement than Ryder had. The
snakebite piercings had gone from his lips. Lastly, a visor canted sideways
on his bopping head, keeping those floppy cute bangs in place.
He had forgotten all about Justin by now, his candy rave life much too
carefree for a sullen skater. He didn't have a steady boyfriend but partied
with his other cute friends constantly, drinking and rolling on E. In the
morning they would sleep it all off in a pile of wasted ravers, cuddling
together, before taking off back to their apartment in West Hollywood. It
was a good life, Tyler thought, as one of his sexy friends licked the
glitter off his sticky six-pack abs. Why would anyone want to go through it
so gloomy?
All night Justin had been desperately seeking Ryder through the crowd, but
as the hours passed he had less hope he would even recognize him. Fuck, how
was he to have known it would be a more eclectic music festival with all
different types of scenes in each of the tents? They had simply stepped
into the wrong one. He cursed not having half the intelligence of his smart
Goth boyfriend, who wrote such impressive poetry and stories that he never
could wrap his limited imagination around. Yeah, Ryder probably was one of
the candy ravers now, and the tears flowed freely again, causing the black
eyeliner to run under his moist blue eyes. But no, he wouldn't give up
looking for him, no matter how long it took. He headed back to the emo
tent, letting the ravers finish their dance with their glowsticks and their
thumping, mindless music.
By the morning, Tyler was passed out among all the other boys and girls,
his blonde head resting on the bare torso of one of his roommates. He woke
up to find another roommate giving him an excellent wakeup blowjob, letting
young Tyler gasp with a high-pitched squeal as he came. Tyler kissed the
boy and then pulled up those insane baggy pants, finally locating the flip
flops under another sleeping raver, as well as the mesh tanktop he had
tossed earlier, which showed off so much of his gym-worked body. He pushed
his blonde bangs back under the visor as he sighed, taking in the desert
morning air, then joined his friends on the walk back to the parking lot,
for a relaxing ride home, followed for a few days in bed recovering from
the comedown. Hopefully, thought Tyler, smirking, one or more of his
roommates would join him under the covers.